Lucas's eyes darkened slightly.
He poured himself another cup of tea and drank it in one go.
"The tea isn't for sale. It's a treasure."
Lucas's tone was very light.
He had no intention whatsoever of parting with his graphene technology.
Not even...
for the Wei family.
He could protect it himself!
Wei Ting stared directly at him, his tone becoming subtle. "Oh?"
"Does Mr. Lucas believe he can capture this entire market?"
"Having too big an appetite isn't always a good thing, you know."
Lucas smiled.
No, no, no. This is just the appetizer. The main event hasn't even begun yet.
How can this be considered a big appetite?
Forget about Wei Ting.
Even if the top families from the capital came, he wouldn't be afraid.
He wasn't bound by this world's original trajectory. Which influential power or important figure didn't he know about?
He even knew their secrets and weaknesses.
Threats were meaningless.
Even if they tried to take it by force, Lucas could make them leave all their teeth behind.
Lucas set down his teacup, looking calmly at Wei Ting. "Then, has Mr. Wei ever considered that I might have other methods?"
"Threatening me isn't a good omen."
Based on Wei Ting's life trajectory, in the first half he would ally with Ye Fan, enjoying a smooth journey.
Later, under pressure from various forces, he would be forced to give up.
Even hastily cutting ties.
Therefore, his "protagonist luck" wasn't strong. Even now, Lucas had many ways to make Wei Ting meet his end in River City.
Hearing Lucas's words, Wei Ting's smile froze.
He was a little disbelieving.
A mere grassroots dared to question him?
That was somewhat outrageous.
To be honest, he did have his eye on the graphene patent in Lucas's possession.
It was an unprecedented discovery.
If he could secure it, he would solidify his position as the Wei family's primary heir.
The future position of Wei family head would undoubtedly be his.
That's why he was here.
He wanted to acquire Lucas's graphene patent technology.
Wei Ting's smile vanished. He said calmly, "I'll be direct. Fifty billion."
"As long as you nod, the funds will be transferred immediately."
Since you want to lay cards on the table, fine. I'll oblige.
Fifty billion.
That price was already very high.
Wei Ting continued, "With this fifty billion, you can retire completely, even gain the Wei family's support."
"This offer isn't low, is it?"
His fifty billion wasn't in shares or anything else.
It was real, tangible cash!
To be honest, faced with the temptation of fifty billion, many would nod without hesitation.
No further effort required, just take the money and leave cleanly.
Any fool would agree.
But Lucas was not that fool.
"Mr. Wei, I won't see you out." Lucas raised a hand, gesturing toward the door.
He was showing him the exit.
A very simple principle.
If you think you can take it, come at me openly.
Even if you try underhanded tricks, that's fine too.
Seeing Lucas be so ungrateful, a nameless anger rose in Wei Ting's heart.
"Mr. Lucas, this price is not low."
He truly hadn't expected a powerless grassroots like Lucas to dare refuse him.
And refuse so completely.
Lucas glanced at him, his tone flat. "Was what I said not clear enough?"
"Based on projections, once my (layout/plan) is complete, market value can instantly break a hundred billion. With stable development and scale expansion, a trillion..."
"Isn't that quite normal?"
The global new energy market was vast. Although Lucas's sights weren't set there,
this was currently his fastest opportunity to turn things around.
Compared to future opportunities, this was a tangible chance, the best opportunity to position himself front and center.
Seeing this, a vein pulsed faintly on Wei Ting's forehead.
He seemed rather displeased.
But quickly, he composed himself and said solemnly, "Mr. Lucas, don't be unreasonable. Sometimes, holding onto something too good can easily become a death warrant."
A threat.
It was already a naked threat.
Wei Ting needed this technology badly.
This was his best report card to become the primary heir.
Hearing this, Lucas narrowed his eyes slightly, a playful tone in his voice. "I wonder if Mr. Wei's disappearance in River City would cause an uproar?"
Crack!
As soon as the words fell,
the teacup Lucas was holding was easily crushed between just two of his fingers.
Crunch!
Then, he lightly pinched the corner of the coffee table and exerted force with his fingers.
A chunk broke off.
Witnessing this scene, Wei Ting's face changed dramatically, horror flashing in his eyes.
Holy crap!
That much strength?
No!
This was supernatural strength.
This Lucas was not a normal person!
Wei Ting's family background was extraordinary; he had seen too much of the world.
Once, he had witnessed the appearance of an unknown family. Merely the arrival of one young man prompted his father—the current head of the Wei family—to personally come out to greet him.
And his attitude was extremely respectful.
Ancient Martial Arts!
Was Lucas from an Ancient Martial Arts family?!
That shouldn't be!
Wasn't he supposed to be an ordinary orphan, a grassroots? When did he become someone from an Ancient Martial Arts family?
Ancient Martial Arts families were entities even his father feared.
Every person who emerged from an Ancient Martial Arts family possessed lethal skills.
They could kill without a trace!
Wei Ting struggled to suppress the fear in his heart. "It seems Mr. Lucas's identity is astonishing. Today, I, Wei Ting, have been presumptuous."
"My apologies."
Whether he was from an Ancient Martial Arts family or not, at least for now, he was still in River City!
If Lucas really was from the Ancient Martial Arts world, or was some Ancient Martial Arts lunatic...
then there was absolutely no way he would leave River City alive.
Wei Ting stood up, bowing his head slightly, a tremor in his voice. "Mr. Lucas, I'll take my leave first."
Lucas looked at him with a smile. "Mr. Wei, won't you stay a little longer?"
"That won't be necessary."
After speaking, Wei Ting walked out of the CEO's office without a moment's pause.
His face was deathly pale.
His mind raced. Was antagonizing Lucas the right move?
If he wasn't from an Ancient Martial Arts family...
then he was still a lunatic with Ancient Martial Arts killing skills!
Lucas withdrew his gaze, his expression utterly placid. He gently rubbed his fingers together, grinding the chunk of the coffee table he had broken off into powder, letting it drift to the floor.
A cold laugh rose in Lucas's heart.
"Do you really think you, Wei Ting, are the most talented person in the Wei family?"
"If you knew I'd brought the Qin family in on this, specifically cutting you out, would you die of rage, Wei Ting?"